Old Potato Road.

i created a simple blog to keep track of the odd happenings in this unconventional life of mine. Old Potato Road is my favorite road in between Austin and my hometown of Bryan, Texas. at a point in my life when i was figuring out what the hell i was going to do and who the hell i wanted to be i'd pass Old Potato Road and laugh out loud. it reminds me to honor and seek those simple moments that give breath to our crazy lives.

even today, when i drive by after my mom, dad or courtney has graciously scooped me up from the austin airport i anticipate passing Old Potato Road. it reminds me of finding joy in the simple moments of our lives. the sort of simple joy that creates reprieve from the dust of everyday life we sometimes can't shake.

i offer no wisdom. just sharing my life. things that make me laugh. things that make me cry. things that make me, well, me.
WIBBY, NOOOOOO!! If you know my mom and were asked to describe her a typical word that seems to surface is “fancy” and that she is.  She’s a true southern belle with hollywood taste!  Mom, cloaked in a vintage white mink coat, picked Libby and I up from the ill named Check-A-Child which was elegantly place in a strip mall, sandwiched between Blockbuster and The Radio Shack.  The only redeeming quality to this place was that I could watch “The Never Ending Story” on repeat in the theatre room.   Lib and I jubilantly leave Check-A-Child and hop in my Mom’s Cadillac.  Since I’m not quite a big kid yet, Mom straps me into my car seat and buckles in Libby next to me in the back seat.  We proceed to start driving and it seems that while I was gazing out of the window making shapes of the clouds my sister got bored.  All of a sudden Libby started sticking boogers on me.  Boogers I say.  Because I was strapped into my car seat she’d place them in hard to reach spots so I couldn’t get them off.  She keeps on placing them on my arm and I start to mutter “Wibby, nooooooo!!  Gwoss!!” in my sweet Katie Bird lisp. If you’re reading this thinking “that’s so not Libby Youngkin, that’s something Katie would do,” well now you might just think of all my antics as retaliation!  Libby continues to place her nasty nose treats on me and finally it pushes me over the edge.  My cloud shapes have disappeared and here I was gagging in my death trap of a car seat.  Just like in Jenga she had to see if 1 more booger would topple me.  To her victory it did and I threw up all over the Cadillac and spritzed a bit of my Mom’s mink coat. Poor Marilyn was out on our carport cleaning up my Animal Cracker soaked vomit out of our Cadillac as Libby sucked on her juice box in victory.  At least ole Marilyn looked good doing it in that mink coat.

WIBBY, NOOOOOO!!

If you know my mom and were asked to describe her a typical word that seems to surface is “fancy” and that she is.  She’s a true southern belle with hollywood taste!  Mom, cloaked in a vintage white mink coat, picked Libby and I up from the ill named Check-A-Child which was elegantly place in a strip mall, sandwiched between Blockbuster and The Radio Shack.  The only redeeming quality to this place was that I could watch “The Never Ending Story” on repeat in the theatre room.  

Lib and I jubilantly leave Check-A-Child and hop in my Mom’s Cadillac.  Since I’m not quite a big kid yet, Mom straps me into my car seat and buckles in Libby next to me in the back seat.  We proceed to start driving and it seems that while I was gazing out of the window making shapes of the clouds my sister got bored.  All of a sudden Libby started sticking boogers on me.  Boogers I say.  Because I was strapped into my car seat she’d place them in hard to reach spots so I couldn’t get them off.  She keeps on placing them on my arm and I start to mutter “Wibby, nooooooo!!  Gwoss!!” in my sweet Katie Bird lisp.

If you’re reading this thinking “that’s so not Libby Youngkin, that’s something Katie would do,” well now you might just think of all my antics as retaliation!  Libby continues to place her nasty nose treats on me and finally it pushes me over the edge.  My cloud shapes have disappeared and here I was gagging in my death trap of a car seat.  Just like in Jenga she had to see if 1 more booger would topple me.  To her victory it did and I threw up all over the Cadillac and spritzed a bit of my Mom’s mink coat.

Poor Marilyn was out on our carport cleaning up my Animal Cracker soaked vomit out of our Cadillac as Libby sucked on her juice box in victory.  At least ole Marilyn looked good doing it in that mink coat.

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